Green Vine looked up at Logan, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You actually have so many black ants?"
"No matter how many black ants you have, they can't replace skilled workers. Three days is still too tight."
"You're only seeing the usual methods," Logan said with a smile, shaking his head.
He snapped his fingers and opened hundreds of space gates at once.
Like a dark tide, a massive black ant army poured out, instantly filling nearly half the platform. There was no chaos—only perfect, orderly ranks.
At the front, the Golden Ant King waved its antennae and issued clear commands.
The worker ants quickly spread out, releasing a milky, sticky substance from their abdomens. Mixed with rock fragments on the platform, this material spread across the ground and hardened in just seconds.
Green Vine stepped forward and pressed her fingertip hard onto the now-solid surface. The hardness far exceeded any alloy she had ever seen.
